The Captain

Trouble

The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama But not for me, not for me, all I

think about is karma

Taylor swift- look what you made me do

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The stadium turned dead silent.

No one spoke.

Harris' mouth was agape as he felt stiff. His breathe got ragged and heavy as he looked at the dark haired boy whose face he had just mutilated. For a moment all the rage disappeared and strange enough, he felt horrible for punching him.

Lingard slowly wiped the blood of his nose but it still flowed incessantly. He scoffed and lethargically turned to stare wildly at Harris. His breathing was getting faster, his chocolate brown eyes got darker with hate as they narrowed on Harris.

"You didn't just do that Cooper..." He sniffed as he balled his palm into a fist and knocked Harris strongly and really hard on his face.

The stadium erupted in a roar and everyone went chaotic. The impact of the punch was so hard Harris swore he saw Jesus dancing to Gucci gang (yes he told me) as his head swept in circles trying to get a hold on his balance. He felt as if he had been smashed into by Darth Vader's space ship.

What the f**k does this lingard guy eat?!

"Hey you two!" The ref called them out. "To the sidelines now!"

Mason and most of Harris' teammates appeared beside him asking if he was ok. Harris nodded lightly  and desperately trying to hold on to his sanity.

"What the f**k is wrong with you?!" Mason exclaimed in anger shooting lasers at Lingard. Lingard simply moved from the growing crowd unto the sidelines like he had been instructed. He's had enough of the day’s drama.

Could the match just end already?

Mason linked his arm with Harris' and helped him off the field where the ref was.

"I'm good just get back okay?" Harris told him.

Mason nodded lightly then gave Lingard a death glare before hesitantly jogging back onto the pitch.

"What happened back there?" The ref questioned with a concerned look. Harris looked on the ground ashamed he had begun the fight but he was still mad at lingard.

Lingard on the other hand was too busy attending to his bleeding nose as he attempted desperately to soak up the blood with a piece of cotton and more over, he's had enough of today's drama.

"None of you will talk?" The referee said with a sigh. "Fine then. Both of you have been suspended from this match so this is what we are going to do. See your principles when you get to school for your appropriate punishment." He finished then jogged back on the field to resume play.

Lingard simply left and Harris stood there with his mouth agape. He just got suspended.

The captain just got himself suspended.

And it was all that shitheads fault!

A word couldn't describe the amount of hatred Harris was feeling for that dark head boy now. This suspension can ruin his chance of getting a football scholarship. This was a final match goddamnit!!

He huffed in rage and quickly headed to the locker room to get his stuff. Not waiting for the match to be over and celebrate with his teammates, he hurriedly got in his car and headed home after quickly sending Fiona a text about leaving early.

Harris was so angry he didn't realize how fast he was driving till he arrived home.

"Is everything okay sir?" Reginald asked right after he entered the house. Reginald has known Harris long enough to know not to bother him when the boy was angry. But Reginald also knows him long enough to know he had to confront him.

Harris knew his mother only for two years and though that loss wasn't visible in his life, unconsciously it had this effect on him. With a father always busy with business, Harris really didn't have much people in his life.

Then there was Reginald.

The man who tried to fill in every hole of responsibility Harris' parents never delivered. So as Harris entered his room and shut the door with a bang almost breaking it, the middle aged Russian cook knew it was his cue.

"Would you like to drink anything sir?"

Nothing.

"Mr. Cooper?"

"f**k off regi." Harris' angry tone came out of the room.

Reginald simply shook his head in distress. He wasn't leaving. He thought he made that clear since he was 3.

"I'm not f*****g off sir. You are angry and need someone to talk to." Regi replied.

The door still remained closed with Harris being silent. Regi was clearly refusing to get the message. He did though but wasn't moving anywhere. He'd dealt with these situations so many times that since he began working for the coopers he felt he was actually created for the job. Like it was his destiny or some crap.

"Please leave me alone. I'm not ready to talk." Harris tried the other approach. Didn't help either.

"No sir. I'm not f*****g off sir."

'Ughh f**k it' Harris exasperated from the room before appearing at the door with a tired frown and a distressed look.

"What is it?" He inquired annoyed.

"Sir you know very well you're my priority in this house. Its my duty to care for you."

"I dont need any care now regi. I'm good."

"But you seem angry sir."

"I'm not angry regi." Harris sighed.

"But you told me to f**k off. You tell me to f**k off when you are angry sir."

Harris deadpanned and shook his head for almost a full minute. How regi could use 'f**k off' and 'sir' in the same sentence was beyond Harris. Why was the universe against him.

"Fine regi. Let's talk." Harris said opening the door wider for passage.

Regi entered and took a seat at Harris' desk as the boy sat on the carpet.

"OK let's talk. What do you want to know." Harris asked as his head lulled unto the side of his bed.

"You entered the house with a fury sir. What seemed to have caused that?"

The boy rolled his eyes on recalling today's earlier events. He was pretty mad. What happened today could cost him his chance of getting a football scholarship to college if he's ever getting one. And it all narrowed down to one obnoxious dark-haired bastard. He couldn't believe the things Lingard had said to him back at the stadium. The boy was hella disrespectful. Was it because he was some rich dipshit attending the best private school in the state?

Whatever. Harris cared less anyway. But one thing was for sure,

Lingard was a d**k. And if Harris didn't hate him before, he surely loathed him now.

"Mr. Cooper?" Reginald asked with a questioning look interfering his thoughts.

Harris sighed in distress and sat upright on the rag.

"You remember the finals I mentioned earlier we had today?" He asked.

Not waiting for a reply from Reginald he continued. "Well all was going great. We played well and scored a few goals, then there was this..... There was this huge shithead asshole."

"Sir!" Reginald exclaimed on hearing him swear.

"No regi he was a d**k. A huge d**k! How can a captain play so dirty? And guess what he told me when I confronted him??" Harris ranted with his nostrils flaring.

Reginald didn't dare speak a word. When Harris was pissed, the boy was really pissed.

"He f*****g told me I'm an asshole enough and shouldn't get any wider! Who the f**k says that to anyone!!" Harris bellowed. "And he didn't even apologize to Alvin for what he did he just left. His ass got me suspended and how the f**k I'm I to make it to any college team if I get suspended on my first trial match!"

Harris had gotten up now and was pacing restlessly around the room. He had been dreaming today was going to be a perfect day where his team won the match and made it to states. Of course his team won the match and are making it states how the hell was he supposed to play at states because he has been f*****g suspended!

Reginald watched him pace up the room till he got tired and fell on his bed.

"What exactly happened for you to get suspended?"Reginald asked.

Harris lifted his head a bit to look at him. "What do you mean?"

"You know very well what I mean sir. What did you do?"

Harris grunted and rolled over on the bed. "I punched him." His voice got muffled by the sheets.

"So you punched him now?" Reginald asked with a raised brow.

"But he punched back!"

"But you punched first."

"Ughhh." the boy groaned sitting up. "So you're taking his side now?"

"No. I'm just trying to let you understand you both are at fault here. I suppose he got suspended too?"

Harris nodded with a frown.

"Well there you have it. I'd say you see him and settle this issue. I'm sure he's also regretting what he had done." The man advised.

Harris doubted Lingard would ever regret punching him like that. Someone with that attitude, Harris will go for a no.

He just prayed karma plays its role. That bastard was going to get what's coming for him.

Harris wasn't done.

Who knows, that dipshit might have caused him his future tonight.